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 Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 12:33 pm
Meet the staff of Hogwarts!
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 3:44 pm
 Emil◆ Engel◆ Eckhart"The fluid in your lungs
That tells you you're losing, stop breathing
The medicine that comes will fix you
Will help you but takes you from conscious to sleep
Place my hands to face and weep" NAME ● My full given name is Emil Engel Eckhart, but most people seem compelled to call me by my last name, Eckhart, or else just Professor.AGE ● Ah... very old. Let's just keep that a secret, okay?GENDER ● I'm quite sure I'm a male.SEXUALITY● Why not have both?SUBJECT● I am proud to be Hogwarts Defense against the Dark Arts professorHOUSE ● Well I graduated a long time ago, but back in the day, my house was Hufflepuff!WAND ● My wand is made of a rather lovely hemlock wood, which gives the swishy, ten inch long tool a very nice yellowish color. Its ashwinder ash core has proven exceedingly useful for me as well.APPEARANCE ● Well, I certainly look young for my age (I am often mistaken for a student) with pale, ashy skin and jet black hair (called 'greasy' by some, but I prefer 'well-kept') that reaches just past my shoulders. I usually keep it in a ponytail at the nape of my neck. I prefer light, loose clothes when not in my cloak, and can usually be seen in jeans and a white tee-shirt, strolling about the grounds with an umbrella resting on my shoulder. Sometimes I wear muggle clothes just to see what it feels like. In any case, I don't really fit the gloomy, serious criteria that some associate with Hogwarts instructors.
It has been remarked by older wizards and historians that I "bear a striking resemblance" to a Severus Snape, an infamous factor in Harry Potters fight against Voldemort the Dark Lord. While I might bear a slight resemblance, I insist that my nose is smaller. And I'm better looking. His pictures always scowl at me in the most peculiar way. In any case, I'm usually smiling, and have a much brighter disposition than... well, most of the other teachers, much less Mister Severus.PERSONALITY ● Most people describe me as 'dim witted' or 'naive' but that's only at first glance. Despite my happy, upbeat demeanor I'm actually highly intelligent. Back in my student days, the sorting hat almost placed me in Ravenclaw, but said that my good heart and abnormally trusting nature made me better suited for Hufflepuff. Who am I to argue with the sorting hat? It's true that I'm not prone to distrust anyone. Sometimes, I admit, I do so to a fault. I can't help but want to play by the rules, and make sure everyone else gets their fair share as well. Really, isn't that what most people want? I always made it a point to be the optimist, the one who pushed the stronger people forward when their hope failed. I've never really been one for the spotlight, always preferring to boost others forward to success. I'm more of a supporting role than a main character in these stories, and that's the way I'd like to keep it.
In general, I can be marked as somewhat of a coward. I don't have the backbone to stand up to something bigger or more powerful or scarier than myself; which constitutes most people and things, actually. I prefer to stay on everyone's good side, or else let someone else take on the big bad guy of the tale. Like I mentioned before, I'm not hero material. There's a good reason I wasn't considered for Gryffindor. I can be kind of a pushover if I don't feel like I have solid footing. As a teacher I'm confidant in handling my students, at least, but if another teacher were to push something on me, then... well, I'd probably wind up just doing whatever they told me too. But I was a good student, back in school. I excelled in all the logical arts, particularly potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Which made me an excellent duelist, despite my sheepish nature. I'm still very skilled in those areas, hence my current position.BIOGRAPHY ● Where to begin... I wouldn't call my life particularly extraordinary, but I suppose it couldn't really be called 'normal' either. I have a slight case of amnesia; I can't remember a portion of my youth, and so I don't really know how old I actually am. My 'parents' are both humans. The two of them were semi-famous explorers of the wizarding world. They actually found me during one of their explorations in the mountains of Austria. High up in the snowy regions, the young couple stumbled across a vampire buried deep in the snow; me. Naturally, I looked exactly the same then as I do now. But despite my apparent age, I acted like a child. They took me back to their base camp, and woke me there. I had no idea who I was, where I'd come from, or how I'd gotten there. My grammar was broken and I stumbled over my words. They had to speak very simply to me, or else I wouldn't understand what they meant. The two quickly decided that I wasn't capable of caring for myself (which indeed I was not) and took it upon themselves to tend to me. They raised me as if I was their own son, and I lived a very happy life with the two of them. They pulled some strings and were able to get me a steady supply of blood from a bank. They taught me what magics they were allowed, and arranged for me to attend Hogwarts when I'd reached the appropriate intellectual age. Unfortunately, before that time came, I ruined my otherwise peaceful existence. Being a vampire, my craving for blood was strong. Not to say that the blood I received in plastic packets wasn't filling, but sometimes it just wasn't enough. Something inside of me hungered for more, I wasn't quite sure what. I've never been prone to anger, but one day my blood shipment was late, and I just sort of lost it. I attacked my parents, who'd raised me for almost ten years, nearly killing my father in the process. After that, it was decided that I needed someone of my own kind to look after me.
That was when I met Master Kain, a very old friend of my parents. Kain was a renegade vampire who roamed about doing.. well, who knows what, but I'm pretty sure it involves things that the ministry of magic would less approve of. My first impression of my master was that he was absolutely terrifying. I continued to think that throughout our journeys together. In fact, I still think it. I cower at the thought of being near the man. For quite some time I was utterly convinced that he would eat me in my sleep. Although my parents assured me this wasn't the case, I lost many a nights sleep over it. The nightmares were terrible. In any case, I eventually overcame learned to cope with my fear of my master. Kain took me from my parents and heir human abode, out to travel the world and visit different vampire covens. apparently, most every well-off vampire family knew Master Kain in some form or other. Everywhere we went he was greeted with a mix of fear and respect, occasionally close kinsmanship. We were never without a roof to stay under in covens. Outside of them, however, we usually camped out in the wilderness. At first, I often complained. After all,I'd been raised sleeping in fluffy down beds under air-conditioned roofs and plush blankets and pillows. Sleeping on the hard, cold earth with nothing but trees and skies above me was a preposterous notion. However my master made it very clear that arguing with his methods was a much more preposterous idea. In retrospect, it was a good experience for me. I learned to appreciate fending for myself, and all the great wide world had to offer. I also appreciated my soft beds a lot more. However, camping wasn't what my master focused most on teaching me. He always told me that he was teaching me 'how to be a vampire,' It didn't make sense to me for the longest time. After all, being a vampire was what got me into trouble in the first place, right? Well, the way my master saw it, if I knew everything that there was about being a vampire, how to best utilize and control every ability and advantage and become fully aware, then I would be completely in control of myself, and never endanger those around me (unless I meant to). Again, his teachings made more sense in retrospect. But they were still some of the most unpleasant experiences of my life. Unfortunately, a major part of 'being a vampire' was feeding. Or, as my master affectionately called it, 'human hunting.' This was an extremely offensive term, politically, but no one ever dared call Master Kain out on it. For many a night, we stayed up, hunting and slaughtering with nothing but our bare hands. We hunted animals, of course! Not people. But something about the way my master spoke of it made me think that he'd actually done things like this to humans. In any case, the only practice we ever did with humans was with 'seduction.' Not in the terms of sex, but in the use of vampiric persuasion. While the idea of vampires controlling humans minds is a myth (mostly) we do possess the ability to influence a persons decisions, up to a point. Mostly this is applied to drawing humans closer to us, or even making them experience a sort of trance similar to a dulled-down effect of a love potion. However my master (after assuring that I had a thorough grasp on the use of this technique) showed me that the ability had... other applications. Of the more sinister sort. Although I mastered these as well, I do my best to avoid using them.
After several years practice, my Master informed me that I had 'mastered at least the basics of vampirisim.' This made me ecstatic, of course, as I was under the impression that this meant I could leave his service and return home... or at least get away from the loon. But such was not the case. After a quick trip to Olivanders and a brief reunion with human wizarding civilization, my Master informed me that my training as a wizard would begin then. We still traveled extensively, but instead of sticking strictly to forests and covens, we traveled from town to town, studying bits of wizard history here and there. We even saw the Potters house (and I left a note on the sign there, among all the others). For the most part, though, my master focused strictly on Defense Against the Dark arts, and spells that would assist in dueling. Some of what he taught me was D.A.D.A., and some of what he taught me was... more like what I was supposed to be defending against. His theory was pretty much the same as my 'vampire training.' If I knew how to utilize and control these powerful spells, I would have a better feel for how to defend against them. However much I enjoyed actually working with a wand, these lessons were much more short-lived than my previous training.
To backtrack a little bit, I was found several years after the end of the first great wizarding war. That put most of my years of learning around the time of You-know-who's slow revival (unbeknownst to most of the world, of course). At the time I'd had no formal education; just some homeschooling from my worldly parents and the harsh instruction from my master, which mostly revolved around less savory activities. So my training was interrupted with the outbreak of the second wizarding war. My Master... I was never entirely sure exactly which side he took. He merely informed me that I needed to 'just stay out of it and keep my parents safe.' With nary another word, he sent me home, under the strict rule that I would prevent my parents from raising arms to partake in the war. They were worldly and intelligent, my master said. Keen minds who needed to live on in the world, and not waste their petty dueling skills against the uprising of a dark lord who would wipe them out easily. And so, for that year, that's exactly what I did. I played the role of the righteous coward, keeping my parents and myself in hiding while the war passed over. I never got word back from my Master, during that time. Even after Harry Potter defeated the Dark Lord for a second time, he didn't show up again. After a time, my parents decided that I needed to finish my schooling, and so elected to send me to Hogwarts. I was uncomfortable with the idea. In any case, I did end up attending Hogwarts, and it was arguably one of the most enjoyable experiences of my life. In my first year I was the most awkward, being taller and apparently older than all the other first years. I was sorted into Hufflepuff, where I delighted in cheering for the Quidditch team. In the following years, I became the Hufflepuff seeker, excelled in my potions class, and made an array of human companions. In my fifth year, a letter arrived from a black and grey owl. It was from Master Kain, informing me that he would be on his way to visit me at the school over the holidays. My parents had already been informed. I was petrified. I was so scared, in fact, that I practically begged my best friend to let me come with him to stay with his family over the break, but to no avail. Seeing Master Kain again was, quite literally, just like old times. I spent the holiday with him, sleeping in the dirt and 'practicing' what my master had assumed I'd forgotten about being a vampire. He didn't speak of his involvement with the war. It was the worst Christmas of my life, out training with my master again.
But, as with most unpleasant things, this time passed as well. I finished my schooling at Hogwarts, with the occasional visit from my master here and there. After graduating, I traveled on my own for a while, honing my potion making skills. Eventually I returned to Hogwarts to seek employment as the potions master. However, thanks to my keen dueling abilities, I was appointed to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor instead. I have served happily in this position ever since, more than content to live in the present day and not worry about what pieces from my past are missing. After all, if I've forgotten them, they must not be that important!STRENGTHS ● Well, first and foremost, I'm very adept with potions. Ever since I began taking the class for it, I've done very well with it. Formulas, equations, a right and a wrong way to do things. All painted in black and white, clean and simple. There are no grey areas in potion making, and that puts me very at ease. Defense Against the Dark Arts, however, is an entirely different matter. Spun every which way with the different moral opinions of others, what to and not to teach, the dangerous techniques and the necessary. It's all exceedingly stressful. Nevertheless, I am as adept in D.A.D.A. as I am in dueling, thanks to my Master. Also thanks to the teachings of Master Kain, I have the power of influence. Basically, I can sway peoples opinions or judgment for a short amount of time and push them towards what I want them to do. I feel that this is an extremely invasive practice, however, and try my best not to make a habit of using it. I suppose that's about it... oh, I'm a bit out of practice, but back in the day, I was the quickest on a broomstick. Flying should count as a strength, right?WEAKNESSES ● Well, as is to be expected, I have a bit of a bad... reaction, when it comes to blood. If blood is spilled, I have to leave the room, and quickly. I just can't help myself, once that smell gets into my nostrils I just lose it. I don't attack people anymore, but holding myself back is difficult and very unpleasant. I sometimes pass out from it. Similarly, I have an exceedingly strong aversion to garlic. Something about the smell is just... uuugh. If someone put it in my food I would probably choke on it. Lets see... Oh, I'm absolutely horrible when it comes to transfiguration. As a student, I was expressly forbidden from using the spells when outside of class, or when unsupervised. Likewise, I also failed spectacularly in apparition. I've lost my limbs one too many times. So I usually have to find other means of travel. One last note, and this might be because I drink blood and have no real need to 'eat', but I'm an absolutely terrible cook. Likewise, I'm very socially awkward. GREATEST FEAR ● During my travels with my master, we had one particularly vicious encounter with a vagabond Vampire Hunter. Vampire hunting is, of course, extremely illegal, but many people still feel strongly about our existence. My master had a long, drawn out battle with the man, and at a certain point wands were discarded and they were reduced to mortal kombat, at which point my master was able to overpower the man. However it was difficult, even then. I remember the terror I felt seeing the crazed look in the mans eyes. So, when faced with a boggart, it inevitably turns into one of two forms; the vampire hunter, or my master. Usually, though, it turns into my Master. He's just the scarier choice.DEEPEST DESIRE ● I once had the privilege of looking upon the mirror of Erised. But I was confused by what I saw in its depths. It was myself, clad in dark clothes and standing tall against a dimly grey sky. Nothing was very different, visibly, but there was a look in my eyes... it was so sinister. My eyes were crimson and full of... something, but I could never place what. I didn't understand what it meant. After all, the mirror was supposed to reflect ones greatest desire, right? Worried, I claimed that I saw myself playing quidditch at the world level. This was a believable answer, but I've never been sure of just what to make of what I really saw.MISC. FACTS ● Well, I am, in fact, a vampire. Thusly, I need to feed on the blood of humans. Generally, I get my blood from wizard blood banks, or from covens whom I've befriended through My Master. But there is usually someone on hand who is willing to 'donate' to me if my shipments arrive late.THEME SONG! ●
You Cried Me - Jookabox
Returning the Smile that You had From the Start - EmeryAUTHORITY ● I'm the Defense Against the Dark Instructor, and just that. Although, with that duty also comes being the instructor for the Dueling Club as well. ► Karime Blackwing ◄
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 6:31 pm
 Varic ◆ Adarian ◆ Vorobyov"Mock not the fallen, for slippery is the road ahead of you." NAME ● Varic, Vari, or Professor V if you happen to be a student. AGE ● Twenty-five and counting. Sometimes I look older though, depends on the time of the month.GENDER ● I would be worried if there was a woman with a five o'clock shadow as long as mine.SEXUALITY● I'm not particularly fond of either, but you're welcome to vie for my attention.SUBJECT● I have a fondness for Potions.HOUSE ● Gryffindor is my home.WAND ● My wand is an eleven and three-fourths inch, unyielding, white Alder wand with a Chimaera scale core. Apparently, my great great great grandfather went on a trip to Greece for vacation from the cold of Russia. In a freak coincidence he found himself in battle with one of the beasts. He did not kill the beast, and barely made it out of there alive, but he did end up chipping off scales of the Chimaera. He took the scales to a German wand maker and, in order to contain some of his Russian heritage, had it formed in an Alder wand, much to the annoyance of the maker. It's a very difficult, outdoorsy wand, with a bit of an attitude. I often find myself yelling at it angrily and threatening it as it seems to bask in my misery. However, it appears to hate everyone else more than me and we came to an agreement. I won't snap it in half if it actually listens to me once and a while. That's not too weird of me... is it?APPEARANCE ● Thanks to my mother no one I have ever met believes me to be of Russian decent. Often I find people tell me to "stop with the fake Russian accent, it's annoying". This tends to end with me cursing them out in three different languages. I shouldn't have to explain my descent, but no, every single time, just because I have blond hair and hazel eyes. None of my other features are that of a Swede as I am of an average height, if not a little short, at five foot eight and weigh little more than one hundred and forty pounds. I'm actually small for both a Swede and a Russian, how ridiculous.
Often I find myself ridiculously hot throughout the year and almost always wear shorts when not in uniform, even in the winter. Of course, I have a bad habit of altering the teacher uniform for my convenience anyways. I also have an assortment of pea coats, scarfs and jeans for those days when wearing shorts and a tank top just isn't fathomable to the public. Since I spent so much of my life scrambling through the woods and fighting, even if I don't remember it, most of my body is covered in scarring. I often tell threatening stories to nosy busybodies about them, such as I was part of the KGB and such. I don't really enjoy explaining anything about myself to anyone really. One item that I use to accredit my lies is with a very large, very sharp knife that I carry with me. It's charmed, so don't even try to take it. PERSONALITY ● I would rather not explain myself to anyone, but it appears to be a requirement at this god forsaken nightmare which we all know as Hogwarts. One may call me a recluse but truly I am just the master at avoidance, and no, I do not own an invisibility cloak, it is just pure skill. I avoid those who are searching for me for a reason, that reason being I just plain don't want to have anything to do with them. If it is important enough, I will find you. Those who can find me are maybe almost worth my respect but generally I associate it with a stroke of luck. I have a very quick temper, and I am generally pissed off all of the time. I also have a love for rare meat, and it's rather dangerous to get between me and my steak. I'm really not as nasty fellow as I make myself out to be though. Mostly I'm just scared that if I let myself get attached something horribly awful will happen to them. So I hide myself behind a facade of anger and hate. Oh jeeze, I can't believe I just wrote that. Forget it. You did not see any of that.
If it wasn't obvious, I can also be rather vague. The less time I have to spend actually speaking the better, so I tend to refrain from adding minor details. Unfortunately for most, what are minor details to me are not the same for anyone else and thus they tend to become confused. I am also straightforward, so if I don't like you, you'll know instantly. That is generally all my straightforwardness is any good for. Also, while it may seem contradictory of my character, I am also a bit of a prankster, as I love telling jokes. Of course, most are you had to be there to get it kind of jokes. Although I find Soviet Russia jokes distasteful, and would rather they not be used in my presence.BIOGRAPHY ● I was born to a Swedish Mother and Russian father in a far Eastern Siberian village. Having Muggle born parents I was not schooled in the magical world and my introduction to it was traumatic to say the least. I would not clearly understand it until years later. As a young child, maybe around the age of five, I wandered far from my small home into the dark woods. I was unaware of the dangers that awaited me, for although my parents often warned me of the freezing weather and the likely hood of tigers in our area, I had never imagined that I would come in contact with that of a wolf, or that which I imagined to be a wolf. To my knowledge there are none which lived in that immediate area, and this one was like nothing I had ever seen. With darker than black fur and only one golden eye I found myself in a trance. It howled and the last thing I remembered seeing was very large, very white, and very sharp teeth.
I awoke weeks or so later alive. I found that to be the most important part of my predicament, but by parents were horrified. It hurt my head listening to them scream at each other in different languages, sometimes Russian, sometimes Swedish, hell, my mother even swore in English some times. Everything was then drowned out by the immense pain I found myself in. I screamed. After that much of my memory was lost to me, I would lose days of my life only to awake bloody and sick. We moved away from our small Russian home soon before my seventh birthday. Nobody saw us off. We brought only some family heirlooms and the necessities with us. The one that always spiked my interest was the long wooden box that could not be opened. It was mysterious and I wasn't supposed to touch it, which made me want it even more. We then moved to my mothers hometown in Sweden. I cannot remember it's name for we only lived there for a few months before we moved again. When I was nine we lived in London, which I personally find to be just as morbid and gloomy as Siberia in some areas. I found myself studying the mysterious box alone in the attic when suddenly it popped open. Inside held a letter from my great grandfather whom which I never met. I can still remember it to this day, translated from Russian to English for your convenience.
- My dear relative,
Assuming that you have found this letter means that you indeed possess magical abilities. My only son Yakov did not have these abilities so I neglected informing him and thus you, until now. I locked this box with magic so that it would open only for a child of my blood and of magical ability. Inside it contains my wand which was passed down to me from my father, and from his father before him. Unfortunately, I am unable to fully explain to you the world which you will soon be engulfed by. I will tell you that this, the wand which you have been entrusted with is difficult to say the least about it. If you find this wand to difficult to deal with, reseal it inside this box. Good luck to you.
Nikolai Vorobyov -
This left me with a billion thoughts running through my mind and a wand which I didn't understand. I was unable to ask my parents to explain anything and knew nothing of what this meant until one day I got lost in downtown London. All of a sudden I found myself staring at strange and unusual creatures as well as quaint and confusing shops. An older man, that I would later find to be the Professor of Charms, noticed my confusion and taught me the basics of the magical world. Unfortunately, we moved once more to France before my parents found a strange letter in our mailbox, along with a ridiculous amount of owls in our yard. It explained about how I had been accepted to a boarding school in London for special children. With a mild understanding I convinced them it would be okay, and a week before my tenth birthday I started at Hogwarts. I was thoroughly confused by the selection by the Sorting Hat. As my last name starts with V I was one of the last to go. I watched as kids were placed into their selected houses and it amused me as I noticed that each of the kids more or less correlated with their houses. The skittish ones went to Hufflepuff, the braver ones went to Gryffindor, the smart looking ones went to Ravenclaw, and the more dangerous inclined ones were sent to Slytherin. I more or less believed I'd be sent off to something like Slytherin or Ravenclaw. The Sorting Hat's response was strange.
"You, boy. I don't know what to do with you. You have lived a difficult life and I see it will not get easier as you grow. However, it seems as if you already contain the attributes in which you need to conquer them. Normally, I would send a boy like you to Slytherin, but I believe that the best choice for you is Gryffindor!"
Within the first month I found out why I had monthly amnesia attacks, why I was covered with a ridiculous amount of scars I didn't remember inflicting on myself, and why my parents moved around so much. I was a werewolf and there was no cure. I felt so stupid. How did I not think of this before? I only ever told my Charms Professor as well as the Headmaster. The first four years I didn't make any friends. I was horrified that if I did I would somehow kill them on my monthly escapades and romps through the Forbidden Forest. Instead I just ended up hurting myself. During my fourth year a new Potions professor joined Hogwarts, one that the Headmaster trusted apparently more than the last concerning my predicament, and I was given a potion known as Wolfsbane in order to prevent the amnesiac affects of Lycanthropy. Often I wonder why he didn't just make it himself, but the mysterious deaths of often horribly dangerous creatures that lived in the forest during that period of my life suddenly make sense. That's all I'm going to say on that topic.
After I graduated from Hogwarts I felt lost and unsure of what to do with myself. For maybe five years I just traveled the world with nothing more than the clothes on my back and an ample supply of Wolfsbane potion. At one point in my travels I went to the Swedish Dragon Reserve and observed some of the lives, and deaths, of the wizards who worked there. Like most magical creatures, the Dragons could sense a disturbance surrounding me and hated my very presence. I did not feel safe there for long. A lot of work was put into the training of the impossible beasts and I was relieved that my short stay did not nullify any of their work. I also went and visited my parents who had moved back to Russia. I did not stay long though as I found it near impossible to live with them without somehow telling them of magic and such, that is against the rules generally, and found their very presence a bit unnerving. They're years of protecting me and being unable to explain any of it made me respect them even more than I already did. After so much traveling I still didn't know what to do with myself, and then on a visit back to Hogwarts to see my old mentor I found that the school needed a new Potions professor. The idea of returning to Hogwarts just felt right, so I requested the position. They accepted, most unknowing of my condition, and now here I am, my first year teaching at Hogwarts. That's my life story. So exciting, right?STRENGTHS ● Things I am good at. Well, there are many things I am good at, I suppose. There are very few things that I am great at doing. One might say I am great at potions, but when it comes down to becoming a mindless beast or not, well, the choice is obvious. I am also very accomplished at Charms, mostly because it can be an amusing past time. Were you expecting an explanation why? Well, too bad, you'll just have to see for yourself. Although, they are also extremely practical for daily activities that I grew up doing as a muggle child. I'm also extremely adept in the art of avoidance. Whether it may be people, conversation topics, or literally dodging spells, you're going to have to work extremely hard to actually push me into a corner. And, well, let's just say that in that situation, my bite is certainly more fearsome than my bark. In my spare time, I carve wood. This may seem like a strange activity, but I find it to be extremely soothing and often carry whatever I may be working on with me. WEAKNESSES ● I would like to think that I am good at everything, however, this is definitely not the case. As should be obvious trust is not one of my strong suits. It takes a very long time for anyone to get through my thick furry shell, and the very few that have still don't know some of my deepest darkest secrets. I am also completely incapable of flying. I actually failed the first year course for flight just because the moment the broom stick left the ground I fell off and hurled the contents of my stomach at least three feet. Now, one may believe that from my background that I've flown all across Europe and Asia, but that is not the case. We often went by car or train, but never by air. I can't even imagine how bad it would be if I was in a thousand pound metal death trap flying across the world. Another one of my magical aspects that is lacking is divination. No matter what I do, the blob in the bottom always looks the same. It's not even worth mentioning anymore. Last, but not least, I'm pretty much awful at teaching. This should not be so, but I tend to leave out certain details which often lead to disaster. It's not like I do it on purpose. I inadvertently assume that everyone knows what I know, so things tend to explode. At least it makes class interesting.GREATEST FEAR ● I find my greatest fear is my death. Although the concept of dying does not scare me, it is how I will get there. I fear that as I continue to age I will slowly but surely lose my sanity to the beast lurking beneath. For those who don't know my deep dark secret, my boggart is a little odd. It begins by becoming the main character of my reoccurring nightmare, that one eyed wolf of my childhood. It starts grinning a wolfish grin then it starts to cackle. The laughing wolf morphs into a splitting image of myself, and there I am with one bright golden eye, mocking myself. I then melt into a pool of coagulating blood which reform into the bodies of everyone I've ever known. Slowly piling on top of each other until the mass is almost five feet off the ground. Then they swirl together forming a bright and shining full moon. It doesn't usually get all the way as I find it the end result more traumatizing than the beginning. DEEPEST DESIRE ● My visage in the Mirror of Esired is more or less what I would expect it to be. Everything I'll never have. Really, they should just call it the Mirror of Spite, because that's all I ever feel for it. In the mirror I am sitting in a gorgeous wooden rocking chair, old as one can possibly become, a faceless wife standing beside me, our grown children smiling, and grandchildren running around and giggling. If I wasn't a man, or anyone else in the world for that matter, it would make me weep in despair, however, I've found that doesn't solve anything. When asked about my desires I generally just sneer and tell the busybody to bugger off.MISC. FACTS ● I own a Eurasian Eagle-Owl that only comes to me if I call him Bubba. This owl is ridiculous and I'm pretty sure he fell on his head as a chick. Bubba has a wingspan longer than I am tall at 73 inches and is 25 inches tall at the tip of his ear tufts. I adopted him from an Animal Shelter in Moscow who would do just about anything to get rid of the animal. During my years at Hogwarts I only ever owned one pet, a toad. I was under the impression that I would not get attached to it, and that my wolf self would not find it appetizing. I was wrong. It was quickly mutilated. Most other animals, magical or not, find me equally unappetizing as the idea of eating that toad is. This is why I assume there is something mentally wrong with Bubba. Once he saw me he continued to hoot at me it continued the entire time I was there. It drove all the workers crazy. Then someone just shoved the bird into my arms and screamed at me to take it and go away. I never expected him to get so big, of course, I got him when he was young and about the size of a regular owl. Then he just kept growing. Bubba loves sitting on my shoulder but he's so huge it makes me stand hunched, and in extreme cases fall over. I've also caught him continuously flying into glass doors and when he sees me he just stops and looks around like he wasn't doing anything wrong. He can't fool me though. THEME SONG! ● Little Lion Man by Mumford and SonsAUTHORITY ● Officially I'm nothing more than the Potions teacher. Unofficially, I'm that scary guy that wanders the hallways at night. Mwuahahaha.► Katrusha ◄
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 9:23 pm
 Honon ◆ Chayton ◆ Honaw"Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me,
I aint the sharpest tool in the shed." NAME ● My name is Honon Chayton Honaw, but I'm pretty much called the same thing all around. Honon to peers, and for students, just stick 'professor' in front of it.AGE ● I recently turned thirty one.GENDER ● I'm a male. I don't have the looks to even pretend to be otherwise.SEXUALITY● I'm very open-minded, and I like to think I fall in love with people rather than bodies, but I suppose I do lean straight.SUBJECT● I'm the divination instructor! And I like to think I'm a good one.HOUSE ● Believe it or not, I'm actually the head of the Ravenclaw house, despite my specialty, Divination, not being classified as one of the logical arts. Ha ha.WAND ● My wand is simple enough. Made of pine, about nine inches long, and a rather flexible one, at that! However, what always gave me trouble as a youth was its augurey tail feather core. Being a core strongly associated with dark wizards, it caused me some grief, but hey, it built character. I like my wand, and we have no qualms.APPEARANCE ● Well, I've definitely never been a 'pretty boy' but my ex-wife used to tell me that I had a face that was charming in its own way. I'm fairly average as far as height goes, but I do have an olive skin tone and coal black hair. For the most part, when outside of uniform, I wear either tweed jackets and coats, or else I go out in lose, colorful cloth robes. Does my pet fwooper Barry count as an accessory?PERSONALITY ● My wife used to tell me that I was that dimwit who's always smiling about something, and I suppose she was right. I feel that life is best experienced with an optimists eyes and a childs heart. I'm not religious, but I am a very spiritual man, who believes that everything happens for a reason. Even when those things that happen.... aren't entirely to my liking. I confess, I'm a tad bit two-faced, but only in the sense that I will always be that smiling dimwit, no matter what I feel on the inside. I don't feel comfortable with expressing my distaste, or letting any negative aura pervade those around me. So, in a way, I'm somewhat selfless. I determined long ago that my purpose in life was to further those around me, and I still truly and firmly believe that. It's part of why I became a teacher!
People have described me as being kind and protective. I'm glad for that, as I always see myself as a sort of fatherly figure to all my students. As a leader and as a seer, I must remain string and vigilant. If nothing else, I am stubborn. Not in the sense of losing arguments or anything that trivial. I pride myself on being open to new views and ideas. But in the sense that I will stand by my students and my duty no matter what. Even at the cost of my own life, I will pursue righteousness and truth. The pursuit of truth has always been a defining part of me, and so sometimes divination is almost frustrating to me. At least, this was a big problem in my youth. These days I am a very patient and easygoing man. That took a lot of work to overcome, let me tell you, but it just goes to show that you are entirely in control of yourself, who you are, and your own destiny, if nothing else.BIOGRAPHY ● I suppose the best place to start is at the beginning. My mother and father were both villagers on a native american reservation in the United States. In their culture, muggles and wizards existed on peaceful, friendly terms. That is to say, everyone on my reservation was aware of wizardry, even the muggles. They kept it a secret from the outside as any magic folk would. Sadly, in my particular village, wizards and witches were few and far between. My mother was a skilled enchantress and seer, who, as a young girl, dreamed of her meeting with my father, and the tragedy which would follow. Fearful of her prophecy coming true, she did her best not to meet my father, avoiding his family at all costs. He was a muggle, and she felt that, maybe, this would make him easier to elude. But, fate has a funny sense of humor, so of course her avoiding him was her undoing. As it were, my father was a rather popular young man. So the idea of a young girl actually avoiding him made him curious. He was enticed by her, and began to pursue her. Of course, this meant she only ran more, so he, in turn, chased more. People in my village often described their romance as that of a coyote always trying to nuzzle a fearful rabbit. Although my father was closer to the size of a bear. In the end, his pursuits became less trivial and more heartfelt. He genuinely fell in love with my mother, who was enraptured by him the instant she stopped her running to take a breath. In the end, she decided, the tragedy was worth the pain, and the suffering. She would recall to me, later, that the love she and my father shared was something more beautiful and precious than any gem or star. Despite the pain, she said, she would never regret having let herself fall in love with him. Sadly, the tragedy she'd forseen did indeed catch up to them, shortly before I was born. My father, seeking employment near the edges of the reservation, ended up in a heated debate with a law officer of the U.S. and, being a man of great passion, be it in love or war, he ended up getting himself killed. So my mother raised me alone, and largely away from muggle influence. I knew more than most british wizards about them, but in the end they fascinated me just as much as anyone else. If nothing else, I knew what a gun was, and that I should avoid them.
Wizards in the reservations were trained rather differently than they are in Britain. I didn't own a wand until I was fourteen, but had a staff instead. This pine staff was broken later on, and later reforged into my current wand. In any case, it was discovered in my relatively early youth that I had two great strengths; Divination, and Legilimency. The legilimency presented itself first, when I was very, very little. When adults told me stories which they themselves did not believe, I simply replied 'You're lying.' in a tone anything but accusing and more, simply, bewildered. This skill was one which developed and grew as I did, and in the end was just as detrimental to me as it was helpful. But I developed a strong loathing for deceit, and a desire for truth; the reality at the root of all things. It was this which spurred me to delve into my more latent power, which was one inherited from my mother; seeing. In my culture, most seeing was done through dreams. I spent many long hours in meditation, trying to find my spirit guide and interpret what my dreams meant. Unlike some seers, my dreams were never direct. Most often they were metaphorical, and my waking self was left to try and discern their meaning. I was rather skilled at this once I applied myself in my teen years, however. Eventually, however, it was decided that I needed a formal education in sorcery which my reservation could not supply me with. Given my abilities, it was deemed rather urgent. Especially after one particular quarrel with a sorcerer neighbor by the name of Askook Ata'halne. His name meant 'snake who interrupts' and that was exactly what he was. In every endeavor he strove to deter me and put himself above me. When this extended even to winning the affections of a particular young witch with whom my tender fourteen year old heart had become beguiled, there was a terrible battle. In the end we were both severely hurt, and my staff was snapped in half. At that point, it was decided that both of us, as powerful young wizards, ought to be sent away... to different schools. The girl whom we quarreled over stayed in America, attending the Salem Institute for Witches. Askook went to Drumstrang, where his pureblood lineage permitted him entrance, and I was sent to Hogwarts, where my half blood made no difference.
I began school there with the fourth years (having been privately sorted into Ravenclaw) and, despite my then impatient and rambunctious attitude, made friends quite easily. Although, at some point, some of my fellow students became aware of the nature of my wand, and for a while I had somewhat of a bad reputation. My violent attitude and tendency towards anger when people tried to lie to me didn't help. That, and my education began right at the end of the second great wizarding war, when people were still afraid to say Voldemorts name and few believed that he was really down for good. So school was a little bit rough, but really, those years are rough no matter what. In those years at Hogwarts, I developed a keener interest in women, and while I flitted back and fourth between a few girlfriends, in the end, I graduated, and went right back home to that young witch over whom I'd quarreled, by then a lovely woman. She'd grown up and moved on, but if nothing else, I'd mellowed out and was persistent as all hell. I did what my father before me did and serenaded her, wrote her sweet songs of passion and adoration. I fell madly in love with the woman all over again, and she, in turn, with me. The night before we were to be married, I had another dream. I dreamed that I was a large bear, curled up around a little falcon. The bear and falcon had appeared in my dreams before (my name literally meaning 'bear falcon bear') but never with the bear and falcon functioning as two separate beings, one loving the other. In my sleep as the bear, a serpent came and coiled itself around my falcon who, oddly, didn't make a noise. The two fought while I slept, the serpent coiling itself around the falcons legs as she kicked and flapped. I woke from my dream very confused, and couldn't interpret the dream for the life of me. I learned its meaning later in life.
For the next several years, my wife and I lived happily together. We were deeply in love, and she bore a beautiful little girl to me. She was the light of my life, my pride and joy, my little Chepi. But, as with many relationships, my wife and I grew distant. Trained extensively as a seer offered little job opportunities, even in the wizarding world and away from our tiny village. Money grew tight, and our relationship was strained. We fought, although never in front of Chepi. But we managed to keep things together for a while. For our daughters sake. Then, one night, my wife lied to me. I couldn't tell what she was hiding, for she kept her eyes averted, but I saw enough to know that she was lying. Instead of feeling anger, as I once would have, I felt sorrow that my wife trusted me so little. She couldn't confide in me anymore. I was a failure as a husband. For a brief time, I tried to woo my wife once again. She brushed off my romantic advances, and I, fool that I was, allowed myself to be discouraged from her. She started lying to me frequently, almost every night. I was too ashamed to try and find out why. Then, I had the dream about the snake, the bear, and the falcon again. This time, as a bear, I woke up to find the serpent and falcon fighting. But upon closer inspection, I realized that it wasn't a falcon in the snakes grasp, but a bluebird, and that their thrashing wasn't fighting. My wifes name was Chosovi; bluebird. In the morning, I looked her in the eyes to find that my dream had indeed revealed the awful truth to me. My wife was coiled up with that snake, Askook, every other day, warming his sheets. Furious, I sought out Askook and challenged him to a duel, bent on making him pay for seducing my wife. In the end, he had always been a far more skilled duelist than I, and I lost. To add insult to injury, Chosovi left me for him. Askook had a well-paying job within the American branch of the ministry. He was successful, charming, wealthy. Chosovi took Chepi, by then four years old, and went away with him, leaving me a broken man.
For a time after that, I wandered aimlessly. I made no more effort to interpret my dreams or to seek out the truth. Eventually I set out on a spiritual journey, as my ancestors did, and in the end I came out better. There's too much to tell for me to spout off here, but the end result was good. I came to terms with my grief, and with my loss. I sought to better myself and help those around me find their paths as well. Through some old Ravenclaw friends, I ended up with a teaching position at Hogwarts when the Divination position opened up. And I've been here ever since.STRENGTHS ● Well, obviously, I've retained my two greatest skills, Divination and Legilimency. Divination being, of course, the power of a seer. I can see small tidbits of the future, and sometimes even fortell fates and luck. While I am a seer, I am, admittedly, not the most powerful. However, I do have a knack for teaching, and so I apply myself well as an instructor. I find that I am able to convey my meaning and intentions to others clearly, and so they better understand my lessons. My second talent, as a legilimens, came more naturally to me. I can see into peoples thoughts, discern lies from truth, and in some cases even peer into someones past. It's very invasive, and when I'm completely in control, I can have a persons deepest, innermost thoughts and desires splayed out before me like a book. Naturally, I never do this unless it is absolutely necessary, but I do indeed have the means. So, of course, I trained in the ways of occlumency as well. Sadly, these being my strengths, I focused on them and, well.... I'm not very good at much else. Although I do believe that being able to keep a cool head under pressure is a strength.WEAKNESSES ● Dear, I think it may be easier to put this down as a list. Well, despite my constant reveling in nature, nature does not at all revel with me. So I'm fairly inept in both Care of Magical Creatures as well as Herbology. Sadly, potion making was always a far cry from my skill as well. Another limitation, one I unknowingly trained myself into, is my near inability to lie. I've never been a good actor, and I so DETEST lying!! I just can't ever bring myself to do it! I choke up and start stuttering! Let's see.... oh, I had to re-take Defense Against the Dark Arts three times. If I'm ever confronted by a dark wizard, I can only pray that there's a strong hero nearby to hide behind!GREATEST FEAR ● Fear is something to be embraced and accepted, not danced around and avoided. If you run from your fear, it merely chases you down faster, like a predator chasing its prey. In my case, I've learned to cope with some of my fears, but like everyone else, I've still got a lot of growing to do. Usually, when faced with a boggart, it turns into a familiar recurring dream. It's not a prophetic one, just a snake wrestling with some sort of bird. As per usual. Really, it angers me more than frightens me, but I suppose part of my fear stems from a fear of my own anger and lack of self control.DEEPEST DESIRE ● At least my desires aren't quite so callous. Upon gazing into the mirror of desire, I most often see myself surrounded by faceless students, all smiling, successful and happy, and better off for my less. But, I do confess, sometimes..... sometimes I see myself standing triumphantly over that b*****d, Askook, who is weeping openly at his miserable defeat..... er, actually, that one is the image I see more often. But I certainly aspire to the first image! Ah, I've got to stop denying myself.MISC. FACTS ● Well I have been described as a bit eccentric, but then again, what Divination instructor hasn't? Apparently my habit to walk about with my pet fwooper, Barry, perched on one shoulder, is an odd one. I don't see why, though. He's quiet, but very friendly. I even use him in place of an owl. Owls have never sat well with me, I'm afraid.THEME SONG! ●
Why Do I Love You? - Westlife
Love is the Answer - Weezer AUTHORITY ● I am, aside from the divination instructor, also the head of the Ravenclaw House. Looks can be deceiving!► Karime Blackwing ◄
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 4:50 pm
 Grantes ◆ Arthur ◆ Le Gaia "There’s no such thing as a ‘Coincidence’. The person that said that was probably plotting to kill you… Or something like that." NAME ● My name is Grantes Le Gaia. You call me by my last name or 'Sir'. AGE ● I'm twenty seven. Who's asking? GENDER ● Male. SEXUALITY● I'm a straight guy. No offense but I really live by the 'Opposites Attract' gig. SUBJECT● Muggle Studies. Forget the wand in my class, you're not gonna need it at all. HOUSE ● I'm more inclined to the Gryffindors.WAND ● Eleven Inches, Yew, Runespoor Core. Great for Dark stuff huh? Don’t get me started. Somehow, the wandmaker said it was rigid… Very rigid. APPEARANCE ●
I’m sporting a crew cut with black hair, green eyes and a very rugged face. Manliness would probably be my best distinguishing trait. I look dirty and have a physique of a guy who engages in daily intensive exercise..
My choice of clothing is a pair of ripped jeans, black hiker boots and a blue shirt with spoofs from labels. My favorite would be a shirt which pokes fun at the Coke Zero label.
PERSONALITY ● I’m the type of guy that women love to hate. Why? I’m rude, sarcastic and downright blunt. I barely care for sugarcoating stuff because frankly, I don’t really care. Plus, I’m a flirt. That doesn’t mean I’m ignorant since my peers have marked me as a somewhat ‘Unusually Observant’ however I tend to ignore that fact. I just see things in a different way, I guess.
My former job as a ‘Free Agent’ made me very… Paranoid. I barely know the line between the Muggle world and the Wizarding world since I’ve dealt with both and worked for the latter’s side and infiltrated the former’s side. That being said, I have a rather cynical point of view when it comes to Wizards and Muggles since the former is hell bent on protecting themselves from the latter when the latter is living a life… Ah, forget it. Anyhow, people say I have morality issues or something snapped in my brain after the war but I don’t really care. Criminals and law breakers have to be tortured before eventually dying. Dark Justice? Nope. It’s just my own law. I’m a torture hobbyist you see?
Don’t get me all talkative now. It’s not that I blabber like this all the time but… Okay, here we go again. I’ll just shut up now, okay?
BIOGRAPHY ● My parents were a mix of weirdness and normality at the same time. My dad was an Auror and my mom is a computer technician turned freelance writer. Apparently, she took an interest in my dad because he wore robes the first time they met and it was in Paris, France. Does the place ring any bells in your noggin? Anyhow, they fell in love, got married, got a house, had kids... I’ll fast forward for you now okay?
Anyhow, I first discovered that I’m magic-capable when I was six when I made a pile of nuts and bolts fly out the window when I was angry. Mom was stunned and after my dad explained what I am, I was incredibly reluctant to believe. Even as a kid, I was that hard headed and ignorant of the truth. Then the letter from Hogwarts came. I immersed myself into tinkering with my mom’s father, my grandfather. He ran a chop shop around the corner where we lived and it took my dad’s sleeping spell for me to come home. I went to Hogwarts, learned the tricks of their world while keeping myself in tune with my Muggle roots.
I became fascinated with the Enchanting and Bewitching part of magic along with the Dark Arts (who wasn’t?) and often read books in the library about it. Clearly, one of the going low points in my life, but there you go. I remember my peers dragging me out of the library to get me off from hitting the books and hitting something else instead. I wasn’t the top of the class but I wasn’t the lowest either. I’m more of the average guy who didn’t care about houses or anything like that. Heck, I didn’t even really like Quidditch and my friends had to bribe me by getting me a date after a game just so they could get me to watch. This lifestyle soon changed when Hogwarts was put under a puppet government by Voldemort (I’m not afraid to utter the name so don’t flinch.). Plus, my dad died by a Death Eater’s wand.
I’m a survivor of the Battle of Hogwarts. I’ve done some things that I’ve never been proud of until I got into my first job. It was chaos everywhere, people hurling curses upon curses and hexes and all that jazz. Think of it as a firefight of Muggles except it’s all about the wands and muttering incantations. I’ve lost a lot of friends there and I’ve made a lot of the other bastards lose their friends as well.
After the war, I’ve found it difficult to adjust into an era of peace. As a result, I’ve taken up a job that allowed me to purge some wrongdoers and kill remaining Death Eaters in exchange for doing some dirty work. This comes under the part of ‘Free Agent Timeline’ my life.
By the time the Death Eaters or rather, most of them were rounded up, I had nothing else to do. So I put myself in the market as a Free Agent, a problem solver, the guy who does the wet work, the type of man that gets the job done. Aurors come to me for a job to do and I do it well, posing as a Muggle detective working a case, or a cable guy installing someone’s cable or a health inspector checking a building for any ‘Health Hazards’. Heck I’ve even posed as a soldier in the Middle East because an Auror wearing a robe sticks out like a sore thumb in the middle of the desert while he went about looking for clues to some case he’s been working on.
Finally, I’ve grown tired of the gig and a friend of mine told me that Hogwarts needed a Muggle Studies teacher. So, what better teacher than a guy who was born with a Muggle mother that also happened to be a graduate of Hogwarts? I’m here, baby, let’s do this.
STRENGTHS ● Strengths? People often joked that I was given Rem blood instead of baby milk when I was a kid. Well, dad did admit of a little ‘Slip-up’ when I was barely two months. I broke his finger by accident or so he claimed. Either way, I consider my body, most especially my arms to be rock hard solid. You don’t have to look at the muscles; you just have to look at how easily I can break hardwood with a light jab. That being said, I know a lot of things when it comes to fighting or rather ‘Muggle Dueling’.
I love guns, I really do. In fact, I’ve got a huge collection of pistols and shotguns. I’ve enchanted a few of them and gave some designs to some Aurors who’ve passed it on to the legal authorities. I’ve got permits for every single one of them and don’t worry; I’m not trigger happy… Most of the time. Anyhow, I’m capable of assembling and disassembling them in a matter of seconds and I even do it for fun too. So don’t fret when you see me fiddling with a gun or shooting something I’ve conjured up for fun. I know what I’m doing.
When it comes to dueling, I’m very capable of casting two to three spells in rapid succession. However, my real strength is Wandless Magic. I’ve tried it a lot of times to the point of mastering the ‘Levitating’ and ‘Summoning’ aspects. I wish I could make people’s insides twist and turn or inflict pain but I’ve gotten out of the Dark Arts side of me.
WEAKNESSES ● Remember the thing about guns and how I’ve collected them? Don’t tell anyone, but I’ve been hoarding them some place. Call it an OCD of guns, compulsive object hoarding; I prefer to call it collecting. I’m not hurting anyone, am I? Is it my fault if I bought the latest AA-12 with boxes full of different shells? It was so shiny; I just had to buy it. You gotta love the kick on the thing when it goes BANG! Okay, I’m getting talkative again.
As a student, I liked Charms, I loved the Dark Arts, I didn’t really like Potions that much but one thing that I didn’t really like at all was Healing Magic. Why? I don’t know, spells of the type just don’t seem to like me. They’re always prone to work with little to no effect whenever I’m casting. Don’t hurl me a book about the Dark Arts either. It’s like drugs for me.
I don’t like Purebloods or wizards of authority. It makes me paranoid just thinking about them. I’ve got a confession: I put a lot of booby traps when I get out the house and when I’m in, trust me when I tell you that I’ve got this ‘Thing’ for booby trapping the area.
I can’t say no to most women. They’re my greatest weakness. Probably next to Herbology and Healing Magic. Herbology is all about plants right? I’m not exactly the Green Thumb type of guy so don’t let me near any magical plants. Chances are chaos would unfold within five minutes. As to women, all they have to do is say ‘Please’ and add some puppy dog eyes. I hate it when they do that. Did you know that I botched a few jobs because of women? That being said, don’t say please to me if you’re a woman with good eyes. You could probably talk me into almost anything if you are one.
Oh, did I forget to mention that I get tingly when people stare at me? Not exactly the kind that people do when they listen, no. I’m talking about the generic stare. I feel like they’re all after me. GREATEST FEAR ● I’ve had this one job that involved expelling something… Wicked. It was a Doppelganger. I faced off with myself. Well, a very mutilated, mangled and deformed version of myself with a very very scary looking wand. We had a little duel and then a firefight and then finally, a full blown brawl. Suddenly, it occurred to me: Doppelganger, yes. Shape Shifting, yes… Boggart? Why not give it a try. It suddenly occurred to me that maybe, MAYBE, I was dealing with a boggart. It turned into a little puppy strapped to a large barrel of explosives and a belt full of hand grenades and hand crafted Stink Pellets. I broke out laughing as it exploded into a pile of nothingness. DEEPEST DESIRE ● Okay, this is gonna sound creepy but I once looked at a mirror and saw myself with my friends. We were dressed in jeans, shirts and… Normal things. Okay, I know, this isn’t creepy at all, but wait for it… Pause for effect… Fine, I’ll tell you. Those friends that I told you about? They’re all dead. I saw most of them die. Some were from a Killing Curse, some were just killed by sheer force from a curse that I’ve yet to know. I somehow felt responsible yet very happy. Well, anyone who’s holding a six pack of beers and holding a shiny looking twin barreled saw off shotgun with his friends is always a good thing. What? Stop staring at me, I’m no War-Freak MISC. FACTS ● French is my mother tongue. Though it isn’t evident, I’m very fluent and probably better than I could speak English. I also know a few Russian and a little Arabic. My job always takes me to places, it helps to know a few languages.
I also cry when I hear beautiful music. Especially piano pieces. THEME SONG! ● Optional. Include links to tracks or videos. AUTHORITY ● Unless you count wrestling, shooting and killing as sports, then I'm no coach. I'm just a plain ol' simple teacher here that takes the occasional odd job on the sides. Nothing more to see here, move along now. ► mercantes ◄
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